[Ice Cube Chorus X2]Niggas want that gutter shitFuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shitAin't the rugged shit

[Verse One Ice Cube]Keep it gangsta y'all, I want to thank you allNiggas comin' with that bullshit, it's gankin' y'allWe can ride to this kinda shit and bank them allNigga ball 'till you fall motherfucker thats allCan't none of y'all hang with me putin' in workTurn this motherfucker up unless you goin' to churchNowadays, crazy ass bitches want they bills paidBut can't even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha)But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh)(a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh)Everything that a chicken need (bahk bakh)Tryin' to pot I get real as Chris RockMake a bitch hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutterWestcoast Don, you fags undastata

[Verse Two Jay-O-Felony]There is sa-lethal in the gas chamberI'm full of anger, nigga the west is in the houseBut you still in for some dangerAnd when i'm thru, I take your bitch and finger bang herBut if she looks tossed up, i'll slang herBeat you like mama dearest with a clothes hangerCuz the gang a niggas be tryin' to spitBut you can't spit it like thisI come equiped to rip, any battleAnd leave him strung in his crewbut they put me in the twist like TrumpI can collapse or puncture, the lungs of anyoneGive him a chance to spit his last word, unervethen he done20/20 ain't good enoughRappers they ain't seein' me, this Jay-O FelonyAnd nobody can stand three of meCaution keep MC's out of my reach, i'm on a missionAnd be gettin' to your fuckin' hide to be called a physicianImmediately, I puts it down at a show (Jay-O)But loked to choke the shit out a fool, nigga dat's on doo low

[Verse Three Ice Cube]I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they rich (what?)Lyin' 'bout they bitch (what?)Lyin' 'bout they dick (what?)I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they hits (huh?)Lyin' 'bout they whips (huh?)Lyin' 'bout they six (yeah)I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they clothes (brrrmmph!)Lyin' 'bout they hoes (uhh)Lyin' 'bout they rows (uhh)I'm sick of these rap niggas lyin' 'bout they house (punk!)Lyin' about they clout (yeah)Lyin' up in they mouth (yeah yeah)It's the Mah-hurage-ny, my niggas; kamekazeIlluminaughty, bitch hoes in they bodyWe the riders, we push like mahz-er-atiesDo karatees, on hatters, and you hottiesFuck the party, come on, my niggas focusWe the richest, pretend that we the brokestNiggas notice, as soon as you're checking quotasWe the coldest, so go and tell the rollers (biotch!)

[Verse Four Gangsta]Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahksGangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do thatBy the thug way, package and transportin' the drug wayOnly means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood wayI'm on grates when i'm grindin'I'm on stakes when i'm dinnin'And on sunday's on the wineIs you can't calm the savage beast (never)And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell 'emYou sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke)Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em forWe got the fish scale texture (fish scale)Now if you cook it yourself you get extrasDub that shit to death with this dub thangOnly a few niggas left with this love mangSo we cop together (yeah), put it in the beekerRock together (uhh), claim blocks togetherAnd fuck cock together, nigga (brrrph!)

[Ice Cube Chorus X2]Niggas want that gutter shitFuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shitAin't the rugged shit

[Squeek Rule]

[Verse Five Squeek Rule]Look in my eyesI see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to riseGot to handle money, got to stack the money (tell 'em)Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honeyMillion dollar tickets make bitches look wickedSo you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick itI know you knows (uhh), cuz now my decimals (yep)Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hoseYour eyes full of gleem (brrrmmph!)You wanna get on my team, and live my dreamCaptain of the ship is what i'm boastin'Hit the three wheel motion, i'm the shit when i'm coastin' (uh huh)Down the boulevard, flossin' hardLights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie starMoney makes me a savage (what it do?)Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage (Squeek Rule)